I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

In the office, Christina took out an incredibly detailed set of physical data, which included far more items than the routine check-up items at Nancy Health Center.

In addition to the content commonly found in hospitals, it also includes telomere length, mitochondrial membrane potential, inflammatory factor IL-6, cardiac troponin, and so on.

Richard roughly understood the meaning of some parameters, but couldn't quite grasp the significance of each numerical value.

Christina explained:

"Simply put, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm even a little too healthy. The only regret is that no samples were taken from my body before my resurrection, so we can't compare them. Master, could you kill me, resurrect me again, and then compare the results?"

Christina looked on with anticipation.

You're still the best. Richard shook his head:

"The resurrection is more complicated than you think."

If a servant dies, there is a 30-day cooling-off period before the deceased can be resurrected.

Given Christina's status, if she doesn't show up for three days without a suitable reason, it will attract the school's attention.

If he doesn't show up for a week, the whole of New York will be searched.

30 days?

As a student from an enemy country, Richard would almost certainly be thrown into Baltimore and tortured by the FBI as soon as he got close to Christina.

Richard doesn't believe he can currently stand against the state apparatus.

Christina rolled up her sleeves with a hint of regret and showed them to Richard:

"Besides that, the visible changes include: the scar from an accidental cut to my right elbow last year, right here, has completely healed, it's amazing. But here..." She pointed to her ankle:

"The scars from the parasite bites I sustained 20 years ago while conducting research in Africa haven't healed. Master, your resurrection has the ability to heal scars, but not all injuries. This is crucial, and I need to continue testing and conduct more experiments."

Richard, having grasped the general situation, said:

"Keep this confidential."

Christina shoved the report into the P7 top-of-the-line shredder.

With a buzzing sound, the document turned into fine, powdery ash, absolutely unrecoverable.

"Don't worry, I conducted the experiment myself. I have the highest level of access to all the systems in the lab, and I've completely deleted all traces. Most importantly, this sample is too normal, just like the data of an ordinary 60-year-old woman. Even if someone sees it, it won't arouse any suspicion, except that it's a little too healthy."

"What are you planning to do next?" Richard didn't intend to interfere with Christina's research direction.

Richard would only adjust course when necessary, so as not to let Christina waste too much time on unimportant things.

Christina is conflicted:

"I originally wanted to investigate the data anomalies in depth, but everything is normal now. Normal data can't be studied. The only breakthrough is the different recovery rates of these two scars. Give me some more time; some tests take longer to get results. If no anomalies are detected... I hope Master can strengthen my physique. But before strengthening, I need to make some preparations, such as preserving body tissue before strengthening, taking samples for culture, and comparing them with the tissue after strengthening."

"No problem," Richard nodded.

This is a very reasonable request.

He didn't have a safe environment to conduct comparative experiments before; otherwise, when he was enhancing Brian or Catherine, he would have taken a portion of their body tissue first.

Christina asked:

"Would the master like to stay in the cell laboratory to explore human knowledge next?"

Richard shook his head:

"No."

His current knowledge is insufficient to participate in research; his main task is to learn the fundamentals.

For example, academic English.

English itself is a mountain of rubbish code, and academic English is even worse.

This thing is essentially an "obscure coding system" that is independent of everyday English.

The four core disciplines of anatomy, physiology, pathology, and pharmacology are filled with a large number of obscure and proprietary word roots and affixes derived from Latin and ancient Greek, which have virtually no connection to everyday English.

For example, words like myocardial and hematology are so obscure that no one can understand their meaning from the words themselves; they all require rote memorization.

Let alone foreign students like Richard, even native English speakers would find reading textbooks and literature like reading gibberish if they didn't specifically study medical terminology.

This is an unspoken, invisible threshold within the American medical community.

Ivy League schools never offer separate courses or proactively remind students; they simply assume that everyone has met the academic English requirements and possesses the basic ability to read academic literature.

Otherwise, you can just wait for the exam, and you'll be completely silent during it.

Of course, Richard's most important task right now is to play with corpses at OCME.

Christina neither understood nor cared about Richard's plans; she was completely absorbed in the mystical field of resurrection.

To this end, she had already browsed through all the legends she could find about demons, ghosts, gods, resurrection, and rejuvenation, but unfortunately, she didn't find anything of value.

"Okay. I've already had Evelyn prepare the study materials, all the textbooks and exercises from high school all the way to medical MD. In addition, she will help you get access to the cell laboratory; I've asked her to give you the highest level of access."

Evelyn Shaw, whom Edgar mentioned, is the laboratory's chief administrator and, besides Christina, the most powerful person in the entire campus.

All external meetings, reports, requests for assistance, visits, cooperation invitations, manuscript review invitations, media interviews, and corporate collaborations must be handled through Evelyn.

Evelyn was chosen by Christina to work as her personal assistant in the lab after graduating from university. She has worked diligently for over 20 years and is Christina’s confidante.

Richard shook his head:

"No need, a normal level is fine. Too high a level would only attract attention. I'll get certain special information through you if needed."

"OK." Christina pressed the call button on the table:

"Evelyn, come here for a moment."

A smart-looking white woman knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Evelyn, this is Richard, my student. He's still in high school and will need to come to the lab often. He'll be doing his undergraduate studies at Princeton," Christina instructed.

"Give him all the textbooks and materials, as well as a list and brief description of the lab's research topics. Also, talk to the residential college. Richard is currently a summer student, but he needs to live in the dorms as an undergraduate. If anyone has any objections, have him call me."

"No problem!" Evelyn wrote everything down, then smiled and extended her hand to Richard:

"Hello, Richard, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She wasn't as calm inside as she appeared on the surface.

She could tell that Christina valued Richard highly, caring not only about his studies but also about his living conditions.

Over the years, thousands of people have come and gone from the lab, all of whom are exceptional talents outside, but none of them have earned Christina's such attention.

Could he be Christina's chosen academic successor?

He's only a high school student. Just how exceptionally talented must he be to warrant Christina's attention?

"Hello, Richard! This is a list of books and materials I prepared in advance. Please see if there's anything I'm missing?"

"OK."

Richard saw that the flame above her head was a sign of concern, attention, and curiosity, so he felt relieved. He exchanged a few pleasantries with her, exchanged contact information, and then left Christina's office.

All documents will be sent to the YC apartment via expedited mail and should arrive tonight.

In Lighthouse, delivery speed isn't always slow; as long as you're willing to spend money, efficiency can be infinitely improved.

This is real capitalism.

After Richard finished handling the formalities with Evelyn, he went to the public office area outside and found a group of people looking at him expectantly.

"What's wrong, Edgar?" Richard asked with a smile.

Edgar's eyes lit up:

"What time does Professor Shepard want you to come to the lab from now on?"

Everyone craned their necks.

Richard shrugged:

"Come whenever you want, no requirements. Okay, I'm leaving now, contact me later."

After saying that, he left gracefully.

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone assumed that Richard wouldn't leave before 11 p.m., and might even have to work through the night on his first day—workaholic Christina was capable of such a thing, because everyone had gone through it.

Julian grinned and finished his coffee in one gulp, then tossed the cup into the trash can.

"Looks like I won. 50 hours, the time I bet on was the closest."

Edgar, with a mournful face, pulled out a US dollar and wailed:

"He's not Christina's apprentice! He's her biological son! This isn't fair!"

Alaric laughed:

"Fairness? The scientific research field has always only considered results, not fairness. Some people win the Nobel Prize before the age of 30 for a discovery, while others leave academia in disappointment at the age of 40 without tenure. The gap between people is greater than that between people and monkeys."

Alaric had already obtained tenure.

Edgar is still far away.

He pursed his lips:

"Doctor, I suspect you're calling me a monkey."

"Not that smart," Julian added.

Fxxk! Edgar didn't dare to contradict the professors at Princeton, so he could only curse inwardly to vent his anger.

In Christina's eyes, you're nothing but a bunch of monkeys!